In a land of imagination, there’s a world of Queendoms & Kingdoms; forged by blood lines or forged by drawing blood. Either way, royalty is what everyone calls divine. If the throne is rightfully yours through whatever means of taking it, you own all of the lands, all of it’s riches & your govern is your rule. Yet, the universe isn’t satisfied with the Queendom of Qaram; two decades ago, a coven of spell benders made an undeniably sinister pact with a woman who wanted the throne. Using more spells than necessary & sucking the life out of the universe itself made their plight possible. The second she slashed the entirety of the previous king’s family & legion was the second the coven lost their powers. They were bound to a two decade curse on their powers, abilities & spell books; which left them defenseless in the terms of magical or sourced protection. They were only left with their bare necessities & man made weapons to survive if need be. The six coven bearers conceived nearly around the same time before their mistake, to have the next generation at equal ages; it was a success, their children were born to be supreme witches, warlocks, techers, mages, casters, wizards & the like. Three boys, three girls; grew up being friends with the rest of their peers but a tragic freak accident took one of the families into the afterlife. Which left a point of their hexagon open, the Hexagon of Light in the region of Qaram needed one more point in order for their hexagon to stay alive. It was up to the kids to choose anyone they wanted to; they went with their most trusted friend…
Radraya Monet, one of many of the friends of the Hexagon of Light was chosen because they knew she could keep a secret. They were right, the blood ceremony to link her into the hexagon, reignited their flame on the map of magic, hexen & sorcery. They were whole again, then Radraya became a new super being; like anyone else in this world of warriors, she has dabbled in warriorhood but what the coven did to her next definitely changed her for life. Whispers from many spell books rang in her ears all at once leading up to her making a gold plated 2013 Maserati Gran Turismo Coupe come out of one wall of the coven’s mansion, sweep across the floor & disappear into the opposite wall. She drove to school the next day in that perfect model, accepting her bid into the spell life; her coven met her & all had a laugh with every other student in that school. Until the sky turned red, then it turned darker red; darker & darker until it was crimson. A giant mouth appeared over the entire Queendom of Qaram to warn them, “My desires are down, at the bottom being cold as any arctic circle. To change that, everyone should feel the surge of power for eternity. No need to thank me, let Qaram be forever changed!” The huge pitch black lips, sparkling white shark teeth & lavender tongue slowly disappeared; the sky turned gray & everyone began to scream. Everyone!
The Hexagon of Light coven, like the other five hexagons of Qaram turned into their true selves while every other citizen changed to fit the blessing from the universe. The amount of power that was running through everyone’s veins only meant that detriment was to surely make an unforgettable stint in history. Unfortunately, the stint lingered on for hours, that trickled on for days, that continued on for weeks, that mesmerized for months & filled the airs of the entire planet for years. The preceding generation of the Hexagon of Light still did not have their powers, they were coming back slowly but not fast enough; but they survived enough to be a part of the debated council that took over the castle the day the queen fled. She’s some where in life, biding her time, biding her energy to do only what the universe doesn’t want her to. Yet, the powerless coven some how has all of the power of the empty throne of a nation. Radraya stays clueless for years, but over the turmoil of a hurricane; she has been making strong strides to become the new queen of Qaram, whether she likes it or not. Innocent to what witches, warlocks, techers & mages do had nothing to do with the dread that came after it the next day; but let her tell it, joy riding in her golden Maserati Gran Turismo Coupe is the only thing that frees her mind from the new world. As soon as she takes the keys out of the ignition, the train of thought of the secrets, the covens, the lives lost, the lives that continue to live unjustly, more power, more blood shed, the quickening of maturity & her spell book flood right back in.
"Being forced to watch yourself in a mirror, a blade held by an invisible hand begins to cut your face. Centimeters to inches to distance, may your five senses transcend to what we all call space.
"The day is October the 31st, 2171. The sky is tangerine, the clouds are strawberry, the sun is white; the sun is the only thing that remains the same in the sky, but like everyone else; those lips are the first thing I think about when I awake & the last things I think about when I fall asleep. The voice changes every time I remember it, that’s what everyone else says too. No one has been able to find out what she was & why she did it; it’s been three years since that horrible day. I woke feeling like I belonged to what I felt was a blessing. All the things I could create, I had a choice; to still be a good girl & achieve what I want, or let hexen abilities rule my life. That day, I let my hexen abilities rule my life; the warning from the spell book told me there was no turning back, the lips said there was no turning back; everyone that died that day, said there was no turning back. But with a snap of my fingers, I can turn my humanity on & off; with a snap of my fingers, I could also have a Tootsie Roll in my mouth. Tootsie Rolls only last for how ever long I can savor them, my powers from this book; I’ve savored them. I can’t savor them for any longer, but there’s no snap to turn off my powers for good; this coven has introduced me to why Nosuragon never lets anyone suffer for long, why Opuriss always has unicorns in her stables, why Lyxon can see it all coming, why Cakarata can make everyone see twisted truths & why Definitely makes heads explode from miles away with just signatures. I can still give anyone the transportation they need, but no matter how many magic carpets I make; I still haven’t been lifted out of this world. I remember when I used to be able to lift a pencil, but now all I have to do is speak & the words will appear on my dear diary’s pages. Like last year my dear diary; I’m lost but not lost, I’ve lost bounds of innocence with the sights that are in my eyes but I still stand. I don’t know what for, but I still stand. I’m the reason why all of this has happened, I’m the reason why it must end today…”
The Hexagon of Light
Is made out of six seventeen year old teenagers; they are the latest generation of this coven. Dak Definitely, Cakarata Lex, Lyxon Galveos, Opuriss Braez, Nosuragon Kang & Radraya Monet; life time friends with good & bad reputations. Radraya owns the Book of Imagination, titled the Awesome of the hexagon. Nosuragon owns the Book of Life & Death, titled the Cure of the hexagon. Opuriss owns the Book of Animalism, titled the Rider of the hexagon. Lyxon owns the Book of Our Minds, titled the Smith of the hexagon. Cakarata owns the Book of Energy, titled the Zany of the hexagon. Definitely owns the Book of the Universe, titled the Horrible of the hexagon. The following paragraphs will explain how each of the points look & who they are.
Radraya [Raa-dre-aa] Monet stands at a height of 5’11”, she has a muscular body that is toned; not too ripped. Of the Jamaican descent, she has very chocolate skin & bodacious features; in the face, she resembles Kylie Bunbury. She has gold hair in the form of diva curls, every strand on her scalp is golden as well as her eye brows but her eye lashes are black. Her eyes are gold with gold rims; her clothes are mostly gold with black accented pieces. Over the years, she has worn off any light colors other than gold; literally going from white to black, closely mimicking all of the pain she has seen over the three years since the Power Surge. Even though civilization took a nasty turn, she has since then held on to her lovely personality that is closely mocked as being too much of a natural leader; sometimes. She is the current captain of the varsity volleyball team, where when she’s around her team mates & anyone in general; she seems like everything is okay. Although it’s not, she can smile like she means it but learning of who her friends really are, what’s been going on behind closed doors, how the queen took the throne & the other hexagons in the region. Gaining knowledge of how the preceding coven ruined their powers makes her reluctant to even look at them sometimes; but they are the only ones who can guide her to what she’s connected to now. She trusts them as much as they can use their powers; which would be none existent. She was given Hexen as her powers because of her book, the book rewarded her with the talents of imagination, ray, fire & currency. Her spells are directly involved with those four sources with her natural gift being linked with imagination; at any given time if anyone wants transportation, Radraya can create the perfect model of someone’s spoken wish & within seconds, it will materialize. The only restriction is something that lives with the exception being magic carpets. Radraya may never have a family line that guides her; but the Babbles wisdom of the Book of Imagination kindly attempts to help her through out the years with her powers, but to very little avail. It’s still hard for her to deal with, regardless of the fact that she can give any person of any wealth class; transportation that cannot be taken away from them.
Nosuragon [No-soor-a-gon] Kang stands at a height 5’11”, he has a swimmer’s body with a little more bulk to it but still buffed smoothly. Of the Chinese descent, he has tanned asian skin but a few too many scars all over his body from child hood spell casting. In the face, he resembles Tim Kang with a huge scar on the left side of his face. Made by sacred symbols from a sacred spell that looks like starred triangles trickling near his jaw line; the scar was painful & taught him a lesson to stick to age restrictions of the books, every time he prepares to activate a spell; the symbols glow white, then phase to black; back & forth. Which would definitely prove that he’s not a normal super being & that he’s a warlock; he has to specifically make sure he doesn’t use spells in public that would out his coven. His hair is black, he likes to have it gelled down with a Superman curl & the pitch blackness of the hair matches his eyes; even though they are dark, his lovely persona of always wanting to cure illnesses defeats the dark eyes look. Calling him gentle is an understatement; the girls love him because he keeps them satisfied by just being there, the guys appreciate him because he listens & keeps it to himself. Learning that his parents & god parents lost their powers definitely keeps him with gentle control over the spell book. It allows him to not succumb to the instant pleasures of having the world at his finger tips & tongue. One thing he waives, is his wardrobe; magical clothes hang in his closet with magical shoes & a magical cap, it takes a simple thought for the clothes to change to what he wants them to look like; yet, they still smell like lasagna. Usually, he wears white & black; resembling two of his powers in the form of stripes closely mimicking goth clothing. His sorcery comes with four major areas; life, death, vegetation & water. His natural gift is being able to utilize life & death powers in a heightened fashion to end pain. Specifically; if someone’s memories are painful enough to cause trauma that creates an alternate personality that takes over their mind, body & spirit; he can end it & bring life back to their normal self. With ease…
Opuriss [O-pure-iss] Braez stands at a height of 5’11”, her body is thin but strong; there’s meat but she’s particularly slender. Of the Egyptian descent, her naturally tan skin smiles bright in the sun & in the dark. In her face, she resembles Hannah Simone; with tranquil strands of azure, periwinkle & vapor colored hair. In the form of eye brow bangs & straight to her hips; her eyes are wildly opposite, magenta colored with fuchsia rims makes her look like a dream come true. Her favorite article of clothing is a diagonal striped hoodie that has lavender & azure stripes in it; when she’s not armored up, it’s on her person. Opuriss’ entire life has been a dream come true, a good girl with good intentions that have never come undone by any bad whispering. Since her powerless mother cannot control the book, she has never listened to her when it comes to getting her daughter to do her biddings; Opuriss simply knows better. For the health & wealth of the community in a whole; Opuriss has used the family farm & stables for the better of all markets. Not afraid to bleed any body out, butcher it & feed the people who can’t feed themselves; she has acquired a very healthy reputation. A very altruistic reputation, goes right along with her healthy opera like singing voice; she’s the lead singer of the choir of Millennium High School. Singing is one of her many passions but her main four groups of Hexen are morph, crystallization, dream & unicorn; for her generation, she brought unicorns to the region. Her mother brought chimeras & her grand father brought wyverns; but she luckily got unicorns and with that, her gift made it splendidly beautiful. Like her predecessors, she could pluck whatever creature that was tied to her blood at any given time. With more than enough stables to hold the unicorns she could bring to reality; Opuriss did just that, after the Power surge; she volunteered her innocence to be on the front lines of Qaram to protect the land from outsiders. Every single warrior got the service of an unicorn & she didn’t stop summoning them from there; her gift allowed precious might in beauty all around the borders of Qaram. Innocent children are able to dream of her in armor, seated atop a crystallized unicorn with hundreds behind her at the most northern point of Qaram.
Lyxon [Like-son] Galveos stands at a height of 6’2”, his body is ripped from his forehead to the ball of his feet; there is no muscle left unturned. Of the Caribbean descent, his naturally tan skin helps him look as healthy as his mind, body & spirit is. In the face, he resembles Steven Krueger; he likes to wear his hair in forward leaning fins, his hair is white; scalp & eye brows. His eyes are red with orange rims; completely throws everyone off at any given time because his white hair is so bright. Like the generations before him, he has a straight line over his left eye brow & eye. It’s one millimeter thin & black, this is the family blood line; it acts like a catalyst for signals of the universe. The naked eye cannot see it, but him along with his family pulls in wi-fi signals, radio signals, space signals & psychic signals; it’s why he always knows what’s going on & has never failed. It’s there with out any control, brought upon by a great ancestor who wanted communication to never be a problem; even with the family birth mark, Lyxon can understand sign language; people’s secret language & language not found on the internet. With the diversity of language under his belt, it’s no wonder that he’s the captain of the cheerleading squad; he can motivate tons of momentum of any crowd by having the eye. Knowing what people need to have a good time has never been lost with him. It’s easy to say that he can be everyone’s best friend & doesn’t mind taking on that kind of slack, everyone’s heart is sacred to him & he won’t abuse his powers in a negative way unless it’s a life or death kind of situation. It’s splendid that his Magic groups over psychic, metal, meteor & cyber can help best any coven; but it’s more splendid he doesn’t abuse his powers. When in range, he can provoke a spell that only his coven can hear; telepathy powers of spells negate other psychics from infiltrating in their conversations. It’s part of the reason why his five comrades never fail an assignment, he has all the answers! Yet, his gift; leaves him not wanting the answers, his gift is the only thing he doesn’t understand. He gets beyond treacherous premonitions coded to look like nightmares; he’s left to understand them & no matter how many times he tells his comrades or shows them what he saw, their help is winging it like his own imagination. Sometimes, they foil tragic events, other times; they are no where near the events & sometimes; they just flat out fail at trying to prevent the event. Either way it goes, he’s going to sleep with a smile on his face & waking up with a smile on his face; before the Power Surge happened, Lyxon had a firm grip on what kind of world he was brought into. He vowed to never let it ruin his happiness, it hasn’t yet.
Cataraka [Saa-Taa-Raa-Kaa] Lex stands at a height of 5’11”, her body is charming, fit, delicious even; it’s hard for anyone to keep their eyes off of her. Of Oriental descent; she has soft pale asian-esque skin, her hair is of ravishing hues; traversing from one end of the rainbow to the other with black accents. She usually wears her hair in impressive ponytails of different variations & she keeps a few micro braids spread out over her cranium. In the face, she resembles Feng Yuzhi; but her eyes, with the rainbow lens might look mesmerizing; but what lies behind them is a spirit that just doesn’t care. Whispers have it that she is growing the brand of a drug dealer, touching up her trafficking plans of becoming a drug lord years down the line. She’s putting in undeniable work on the streets & in the metropolitans. She gets it from her father, he turned to drug dealing after the universe stripped him of his sorcery; the Book of Energy glows every time he comes around but it can’t do anything for him, instead; it glows for Cataraka. Her evil ways pleases it like her father’s pleased it, but it doesn’t stop there; she’s not clearly a psychopath because killing relentlessly is not within her. Killing strategically is within her, when her cover is in jeopardy; creating an electric chair out of pure energy is always within her reach. Far from that kind of heat, this cold pretty outrageous looking vixen walks with no shame, no guilt; with all of the world’s pleasures at her taking, it’s impossible to walk with shame or guilt. Through sorcery, her four main groups are; electricity, quasar, light & wind. The light component is why her hair has rainbow pigments in it; but her light has nothing to do with her character, she’s dark as hanging an innocent bystander several basements below ground level; in the dark, in silence. The Zany title is an understatement to her gift; the combination of quasar, light & wind allows her to carry insane thoughts from one person to another. Triggering massive hallucinations that make her victims see crazy truths; they link directly to her strategic killings, her coven powers have yet to be revealed to out side covens because her ability has never been seen through out the many millennia of this universe.
Dakton Sharks as known as Dak Definitely stands at a height of 6’4”; his athletically built body should never meet water, for the drips hold nothing to drooling mouths within range. Of Nubian descent; his light chocolate skin makes it look like he was born in an Easy Bake Oven. His eyes consists of four colors; wisteria, blue violet, purple & fuchsia. With each blink, they change to a different color; it explains why he wears shades, but no one ever told him he has to wear only aviator shades. They too are of purple hues; same with his hair, his hair is of plum shades; rich, dark & lovely tones over low cut designed fades. In the face, he resembles Kendrick Sampson; Definitely is the current varsity quarterback of the Millennium Raptors, almost loved by everyone in school; almost, doesn’t count. He shouldn’t be loved, his purely evil heart is made out of selfish tendencies that are covered by one of the most handsome made smiles that make it seem like chocolate lasts forever. He’s not self centered, but with warlock powers brought upon by heavenly magic; why wouldn’t he have selfish tendencies? He has made a great life for him & his circle of friends; a giant circle of friends, even though his impenetrable heart has a gang of love circling him always with two endearing parents that love him unconditionally… The only regret he has was the consensus that made his girl friend; Radraya the missing link of the Hexagon of Light. Only the other four knew what he was truly capable of, since they were children; but the look of judgment on Radraya’s face, constantly every time he sees her through out the three years since the hexagon was reformed cuts deeper & deeper each time. Every time he touches the Book of the Universe; he wishes he could take that moment back & choose someone who wasn’t nearly as close to his heart as she once was. He still can smile like he means it; with magical powers over portal, mirror, earth & burst; he can be considered the ultimate weapon. Teleporting at will, duping energy at will, causing earthquakes at high scales at will & explosions at will aren’t sneaky powers but his gift will always sit under a Christmas tree. The whispers of ancients told him that if he swipes his finger across his forehead, then swipes his finger across a signature; that person’s head will explode. Others may consider him an ultimate weapon; but the ancients know that he is the ultimate weapon. Fooling individuals into signed agreements is like signing their fate; the second he is a mile away from the victim to be, all he has to do is the one finger ritual & the afterlife gathers another spirit. Although; this gift is why Radraya looks at him the way she does, every time he does it; the entire coven knows that he has done it. They feel a convulsion, but they do not feel an explosion; what he can do is no secret to them…